Carrie-on Baggage: A compromise is the art of dividing a cake in such a way that everyone believes he has the biggest piece.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

A compromise is the art of dividing a cake in such a way that everyone believes he has the biggest piece.

Yesterday I wrote (in my head) a prolific blog post about how I really wanted to get in a fight one day. But then I never wrote it down and lost it all. Just know, that sometimes I fantasize in my head about how I would be awesome in a fight and totally surprise everyone.
I’m currently trying to shop for our vacation in Orlando. We are about four weeks out on Wednesday. I can hardly believe it. We’ve been working out consistently and trying to stay on top of our diets. So far so good. Now I just have to find a swimsuit that doesn’t look like a 12 year old’s or a 45 year old’s. There is no happy medium. Not that I can find anyway. I’ve kind of been digging those monokini’s.
It looks more and more like we are going to be have Easter dinner with Seth’s family at our place on Saturday. Seth is supposedly taking Friday off work (I’ll believe it when I see it) and he’s going to try to get the house in order. Then all I will have to worry about is the food. He keeps forgetting to ask his mom if she’s going to help cook or not. I think I might just crockpot the hell out of the dinner and then just have a few things to finish up like the ham on Sunday. If I could find fresh green beans I might make almond green beans too because Neil really liked those last time I made them. And maybe some fresh steamed broccoli. I’m going to have to make Fat Potato Fat Fat because my parents aren’t. (What the heck!?!?) I can make that the night before and throw it in the oven with the ham I suppose.
Seth is mad because last night on Chuck, Scott Bakula’s (Quantum Leap!!!) character had a wrist computer like the one he designed for his senior thesis project. He’s still mad this morning and its put him in an awful funk all day. Thanks, Chuck.
I’m sad about my lunch today, it’s pathetic. But I’m hoping to make some pasta tonite and take the leftovers to work for the rest of the week.
Well that’s about it from my sad little world of boringness. Anyone have anything interesting going on out there in blog land?? Any good blogs for me to stalk?? Let me know!

Love (to be at home in bed),
Carrie

1 comment:

jenifriendApril 8, 2009 at 7:20 AM
really? a monokini? it's like a twenty-somethings sad attempt to wear a bathing suit that is "adult" but still makes her feel like a kid...who wants a tan line of a white streak going straight down their stomach??!! pass on it carrie...puhlease pass on it!!

i should be writing something today in my blog...maybe...or maybe not...i have a lot of blogs to comment on at the moment...
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An almost daily blog of Carrie's ramblings that come from her baggage in life. Carrie lives with her disgustingly smart husband, amazing daughter bulldozer son and two Bengal cats in Colorado Springs. She is an avid reader and an obsessive television watcher. She loves to travel, sleep, snuggle and generally be friggin awesome. She suffers a smartphone addiction. She makes inane pop culture references. She hopes one day someone will give her a talk show where she talks about all the tv she watches, gossip she reads about on the internet, and life observations she has. Comments and followers make me blog more frequently, its a guilt thing.

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About the Kidtens

I have two Bengal Cats-Bagheera and Willow. Willow is the girl and the spotted snow and Bagheera is the boy and the spotted dark. They are fixed so we can't breed them-my Pops is still mad at me for that. I would love to tell you about my breeder, but they were pretty horrible and apparently don't exist anymore. This could be because Bengals are illegal in Omaha (I live in Omaha's Sarpy County, which is not Omaha, it's an SID) or because they had 26 cats in a tiny corner of the basement stacked on top of each other.

Willow was actually our second choice in snows. We decided to get two because Bengals are notoriously active and we didn't want one to get lonely and eat our house while we were gone. Willow gets smarter every day. She recently figured out how to turn on the sinks, which bodes well with her love of water. She loves Seth more than anything, but has been known to cuddle with me too when I'm sad. She's a sweet girl. She also will NOT SHUT UP. If you wonder what a conversation with a cat is like, come chat with Willow. Willow is also known as Willow Bee, the Beezus, and Pretty Kitty.

Bagheera is your typical boycat. He sleeps with us most nights and we have worked out a "snacks for snuggles" barter system. He gives you love on his terms. Bagheera was born with a bad right back leg. The breeders told us that he broke it in the womb because there was too many kittens in the litter. The vet told us that he didn't know a thing about it until days later. So far he uses it like peg leg and it doesn't bother him at all. We talked to the vet about getting it fixed but the vet says the way he uses it, like a pirate, it wouldn't heal properly and he still would try to use it like he does. It doesn't bother me and it doesn't bother him so we are cool. The breeders told me they were going to put him down because they couldn't sell him and the price of the "surgery" would outweigh his "value". I practically snatched him and ran. They gave him to me for free. He has an amazing coat-show quality. I wonder if there is a cat show special olympics... Bagheera is also known as Baggy, Bags,Doots, Stinky Boy Kitty, and Buddy Bear.

Anyway that's me, Carrie-patron Saint of lost causes and handicats.